Blamer Jonathan avers not only that it is possible to dislodge pornulational programming from your brain, but that he has done it himself.

You just, he suggests, need to get your lost empathy back.

Which sort of blew my mind, because I had just watched a cheesy episode of “The Twilight Zone” (not the real one; the mediocre 80’s one) about this spooky Lost & Found Emporium existing in some sort of nebulous hyperspace at the back of a sex shop. The protagonist shows up looking for his lost compassion (he gets it back after breathing in some compassion-gas. He also gets the girl, and, since this is a Hollywood TV show, the plot works out so he’s the boss of her and she’s just fine with that, but I’ll get into that some other time.). I was kind of intrigued by the idea of walking into a lost & found and reclaiming nebulous concepts.

Anyway, blamer Jonathan got his nebulous concept back, he says, by volunteering in aid of sexual assault survivors in emergency rooms, where, I’m guessing, he witnessed firsthand the catastrophic results of porn poisoning. It reprogrammed him in a hurry.

It’s a simple idea. Empathy and domination cannot coexist. Other stuff that cannot coexist with domination: compassion, enlightenment, love, truth, beauty, and whatever else H. sapiens fans are always touting as the best part of humanity.